Gemotions

The bright sunlight, usually welcome, now felt intrusive, highlighting the dust motes dancing in the air of her apartment. Sarah stared at the notice on her fridge, the words “luxury living” practically screaming at her. She felt a profound disconnect from her surroundings.

She tried to force herself to eat, but the food sat heavy in her stomach. She opened a book, a favorite novel, but the words seemed to blur on the page. She couldn’t focus. The story held no power.

She picked up the phone, but then set it down again. The thought of conversations, of sharing her feelings, felt impossibly hard. She sat in the chair, and let out a long breath.